When his son the volunteer Came back home there found his fear Oh! how the bad news make the rounds When he spoke daily to him Did he talk about winter grain? Oh! How the wind blows turn it down, oh! When the lost hung down from him Then no make or comrade near Oh! How the fence remarks the bounds By his side or back of him All his force is following Oh! How it keeps going into the ground Oh oh oh! Sound, golden sound! Golden sound, golden sound Take my son, take my son Take my son safe in to the ground Golden sound, golden sound Take my son, take my son Take my son safe in to the ground Oh oh oh